She wanted to laugh right in the woman's face as she stood there screeching and flailing about. The man that had come in with her seemed to be trying to talk some sense into her, which caused Borlla to scowl. Without turning around, she reached into her bag, and pulled out the teddy bear, thumb and index finger grasping its little arm cruelly between her nails. "Where's the fun in that?" She countered.

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